u/Dramatic_Problem_803

Whenever he left the room or went to grab drinks, one of them would pull me aside and take what they wanted. I never said no. I’d just spread my legs or drop to my knees and let them use me quick and quiet, then fix my clothes like nothing happened before he came back.

They all knew the rule don’t leave marks, don’t take too long, and never tell him. I loved how normal he thought everything was while his friends were already familiar with every part of my body.

The first time I did it I was kind of nervous, but it wasn’t weird at all. Now I just do it without thinking. Sometimes I’ll finish and immediately scoop some up just to taste it.

It feels kind of hot, if I’m being real. Like I’m not wasting it or wiping it away. I just take it and keep going. Doesn’t feel gross to me anymore.

You’re balls-deep in her from behind, gripping her hips hard as she moans around the stranger’s hole. Her tongue is working him open, messy and eager, while you fuck her with short, deep strokes that force her face tighter against him. Every time you bottom out she lets out a wet little sound and keeps eating him, spit running down her chin and onto the sheets.

He looks back over his shoulder at you with a smirk, reaches down, and presses her head even harder into his ass while you keep using her. Your wife is dripping around your cock, completely lost in it, and the only thing louder than the wet sounds of her tongue is the quiet, humiliating knowledge that she’s never been this wet for you alone.